Breaking into New: A Poem


Buried deep
Sorrowful lonely dreams

Overwhelmed, frozen
Wondering why I was chosen

To be parentified, THE strength identified

Each day a sacrifice


Worries gripped, squeezing like a vice

Can’t see, struggle to breathe
The chill lives. Will it ever leave?


Freedom, an ice melt
A statue moving, pain felt

Signs of power
Every needing, pleading hour


A Savior came to heal the sick
Those with soul-weight heavy as brick

Stop trying
Cease the lying

You can’t do life on your own
Seek His presence
Bow your head

As He places your crown

For through the coldest of days
He is the brightest mercy rays


When no friend offers a hand
You are surrounded by angels ordered by the Son of Man

When the avalanche crashes
Stand tall, believe, rise from the ashes


Speak His name, invite Him in
Be saved from the depths of worldly sin.


Can you relate to anything here? I would love to read your comments.

If these words encourage you, consider sharing as we never know who needs a nudge toward freedom in Christ.

This poem was written with all children who grow up too soon on my heart. Families are sometimes well-meaning, sometimes not. Either way, young children miss playful innocence as they take care of adult things. These children are given strength by God who sees the lack of nurture in their world.

I am forever thankful for the freedom to walk with a God who loves me. I pray more and more hearts accept Him each day.

If you need prayer or encouragement in your life, please feel free to email me at

In Christ,

















11 thoughts on “Breaking into New: A Poem

  1. Love the crown. Many believe that we get these crowns after death, but I believe that we are meant to wear them in governmental humility, ruling with His love, Power and wisdom. Love that image and all your amazing illustrations. James says to ask for God’s wisdom while in that trial and when we have passed the test, we are given a crown of Life. Symbolically, His Resurrection Life will rule us and we will enforce that rule, that Life, wherever our feet tread. Bringing the comfort of how He has comforted us, including deliverance. Thy Kingdom Come, Lord. Through your body flows wholeness, love, wisdom, power, grace… Your poem says it all. Powerful. Thanks. May all that comfort keep flowing, Julie. May your arrows hit the heart and scatter our enemies.

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  2. As I am reading your poem, I’m thinking…
    Life is hard. God is good.
    Chewing on the verses in Isaiah 55 lately…seems to relate well and gel with your poetic words here today. Thank you for sharing words which flow from your heart.
    PS – I love the crown picture as well. =)

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    • Good morning, Lisa, thank you for sharing the verse and your thoughts here. Yes, poems flow from my heart and prayer. On my own, I cannot write poetry. He inspires them with either first lines, topic, sometimes Scripture. I just follow 🙂

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  3. There is so much here. Freedom. An ice melt. A statue moving. Pain felt. I remember as a child coming in from the cold and warming my frozen hands under warm water.i remember the burn before the thaw.
    Through the coldest of days He is the brightest mercys rays. It has been extremely cold here lately. But the sun has shone every day and makes it bearable. God’s mercy in our fallen state has shined on us with redemption. Not a one deserves His favor.

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    • Dear Mary, thank you for diving into this poem of faith with me. I am thankful #hope spoke to you. He is our steady, our rock. And yes we struggle to please Him. Such a gracious, loving God. I can only pray each day my character and heart grows in Him. Bless you this hour, writing friend and sister in Christ.

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